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Easter Day (Author: Oscar Wilde)

1] The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
2] The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
3] And borne upon the necks of men I saw,
4] Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.
5] Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,
6] And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red,
7] Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:
8] In splendour and in light the Pope passed home.

9] My heart stole back across wide wastes of years
10] To One who wandered by a lonely sea,
11] And sought in vain for any place of rest:
12] Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest,
13] I, only I, must wander wearily,
14] And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.